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OK, so there won't be a LOT on here about sex, but tell the truth, that's most of the reason you entered this site, right? So, I'll slip some things in from time to time just to keep you coming...back.

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Thursday, April 26, 2012

ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. (AP) — An Albuquerque hot dog vendor faces a charge of aggravated battery with a deadly weapon after police say he rammed his food cart into a competitor.

Police say Eric Kilmer used his hot dog cart to run over the legs and feet of rival Vincent Montoya. Other vendors told KOB-TV that Montoya is seeking a restraining order against Kilmer, further stating "Hello, my name is Vincent Montoya. You ran over my feet. Prepare to die."

People on both sides of the issues keep telling us we just need to rely on Common Sense, which presumably is according to their definition and is what generally has gotten us into the disagreements we have today.

I wonder why so many of us spend so much of our lives trying to be the first person in the history of the world to be liked by every single person we've ever met.

The same can be said to an even greater extent about our opinions. It seems to confound so many of us that anyone could possibly not see things as clearly as we do on any particular subject, particularly when it comes to politics, but also sports or taste in food or art or music.

And then, having been psychologically scorched by someone not liking either us or our opinion, we go right out and try to start all over, figuring everyone else except maybe that one person on that one issue will surely like us or agree with us on everything, once we've had a chance to prove to them how wonderful we and our treasured opinions are, and then getting upset all over again when it turns out one MORE person doesn't agree with us.

Remember, if everyone agreed with our opinion, it wouldn't be an opinion, it would be a fact.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

As I believe I've written in the past, I get a daily email, weekdays only, from a group called All-Pro Dads and frequently find it helpful. Today's email regarding porn raised more questions for me than it answered. My comments below in red:Porn: A Much Bigger Problem Than You Think

Did you know?
• 25 percent of all search engine requests are pornography related. I seriously doubt it's that high.

• For every 10 men in church, 5 are struggling with pornography. You'd think the men could at least wait until the services were over!

• Median age for the first use of pornography for children is 12 years old. That means that for every kid who doesn't see it until age 14, there is a 10 year old. That said, I'll still bet the age is actually lower, if only because of older brothers showing it to their younger brothers. But how would "they" even know this?!

• U.S. porn revenue exceeds the combined revenues of ABC, CBS, and NBC (6.2 billion). Have they measured the amount of porn on those networks? Start with any given reality show, but don't stop with the morning soap operas...or the hundreds of people killed each week on TV, which upsets me as much as any of what these sources probably count as internet porn.

Porn revenue is larger than all combined revenues of all professional football, baseball, and basketball franchises. (sources) Again, probably not including the jiggly sideline cheerleaders. But again, I have a, excuse the expression, hard time believing this.

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Today's Huddle Up Question

Huddle up with your teenage son tonight and ask: Have you ever been exposed to pornography? Hmmm...interesting choice of words. My guess is that if they've seen porn, they've probably exposed themselves to it.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

I got one of the most meaningful phone calls of my life at lunch this morning. It was from Emma, who is with Trev and Cheryl down at the McKenna's place on the ocean in North Carolina for 5 days, while I am left here at home and at work. When I saw on my phone that it was from Cheryl's phone, I answered the call by saying "I was just thinking about you!"

But instead of the call being from Cheryl, it was from Emma who said in her sweet little 8-year old girl voice, "I was thinking about you too, Dad, and how much I wish you were here with us, because you are the one who carries me out into the water and holds me and we ride up and down on the waves together and I wish you were here with me to do that!"

Oh, melt!

What means the most to me, well, a few of the things that mean so much to me are:
1 - That she remembers that and values it. I remember when we did it last time, at Asbury Park I think, I wondered if it was something she'd remember and associate with me when she grew up. You just never know what experiences you've had with your kids that will make an impact and a lasting memory. But as much as that means to me, maybe even more so it impresses me that...
2 - She recognizes that at such an early age and was able to verbalize it and feel comfortable telling me. I think that is probably a gift, that ability to value something like that that has no price tag and express it so easily, a gift that shouldn't be overlooked or taken for granted.

Personally, even if the Supreme Court overturns Obamacare, I'll be way more upset by the Citizen United decision recognizing corporations as people and the recent one allowing strip searches for people accused of jaywalking.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

"Phils will have some tough times this year, and the press and public will frequently panic and yell and scream. But in the last 6 weeks, their pitching will be a huge advantage, and they will win the division again. Of course the Marlins will go 87-75, get the 2nd wild card, and win their 3rd WS without ever winning a single division. Some good fan will assassinate Selig, and in his honor, baseball with expand the playoffs to 8 teams in each league, and they will play for the Selig Trophy, a giant penis with a bad haircut, for the rest of our lives."

About Me

I live with my awesome family of 5 or 6 or maybe 8 depending on your definitions regarding an engaged step-daughter, an exchange student, and dogs, cats and stuff, in West Vincent in the house my dad built back in the 50's. I graduated from Westtown School and Earlham College, with a degree in Psychology, which helps explain why I'm an Accountant today. I've been a Quaker since I was 2 months old and a Phillies fan since I was 7. Being a Quaker has served me far better.
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